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Top down Titties Out Show me what them things about Imma post it for the clout 18 Karat in my mouth Yeah Fly to LA for the season Cold in New York so that gimmie the reason Yeah My bitches they never leaving Cause they all hungry and im the one feeding Copywright Everything I write You know these nigga bite No I ain't down to fight I retire Cause a nigga tired You can try it If you try it do the best you can Soon as you throw ya fist Understand I will clap your hands We gon count them grand Bussin juggs fuck a Uncle Sam Trap and scam Don't need a new car I'd rather buy some land Champagne one bottle a day Keep the pain away Tell my bitch One swallow a day, Keep you from gaining weight Celebrate I don't smoke But my boo she like to medicate High grade don't bring her no mids Or she might catch a fit Rip pop smoke Damn that was my favorite loc Youngin had the game on lock Put him next to big and pac Pac I be show stoppers and pistol poppers Soon as I walk in the room them panties droppin Hollow tip See that red dot it will follow it Model chick Took down the team and she proud of it. Micheal Kor Don't need a Rolex to flex My credit score screaming out Philippe patek No prescription Versace Versace It's different Versace Versace Listen dummy Im about the money I'm about the money Ohhh you think it's funny Ohhh you think it's funny Oooohhhh Shit Listen dummy Im about the money I'm about the money Ohhh you think it's funny Ohhh you think it's funny Oooohhhh Shit